...barely cover my cunt master, the panties are so small master you can see the side of my cunt”“You little dirt whore and I am going to make you ...beg for my cock, now get that cunt wet spit on your fingers bitch and wipe them on your cunt”Satisfied that she is obeying his instructions the master orders Amanda to put a chair in front of the full length mirror and position her lap top so that it is facing the mirror, she is instructed to sit on the chair and spread her legs. Having obeyed the. She leaned down to breath in my ear. She moaned as she flashed me her smile. I could feel her corset touch my shoulders as she ran her fingers through my short hair. Next she ran her finger nails down my right arm to my hand. She giggled as she felt, I might be ticklish. I was trying with all my might not to pass out or have my erect cock burst my jeans.I heard Marc get off his bar stool. He got closer to the stage. He was still far enough back not to see him in the lights from the stage. I. There was still a drop of piss on his slit, but she put it delicately into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. As a reward for her good behaviour, he had decided that he was going to postpone the darker things he wanted to try on her, and was satisfied with fucking her before going to sleep. He had told her to sleep with him, in his own bed, as a sign that she was now part of his house, but told her that she shouldn’t expect to every day. Before he drifted off to sleep, he whispered to. He stood there looking at her back, at the half moons of her ass that were exposed to him and the red hand prints that he'd caused. He smirked and ghosted his hand across the swell of her breast. She shuddered and flinched away from him. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back so that he could glare down into her face. "You're only making this harder on yourself, whore." "I'm not a whore!" she sobbed. He chuckled and kissed her mouth roughly. She didn't return the kiss.